“Well, that will probably earn us about a hundred years dungeon,” Rarity grumbled as she morosely placed yet another book in place.

Spike laughed. “Don’t be so dramatic, babe. Celestia’s got a better sense of humor than that. Believe me, I lived with her and Twilight practically my whole childhood.” He hummed as he took a stack of books as tall as he was in one hand and proceeded to throw each book into its assigned spot. “It’ll probably only be a hundred minutes dungeon.”

Rarity guffawed. “I’m sure. This is probably punishment enough as it is, though. I can’t believe you’ve been doing this for Twilight since you were a baby dragon, Dearheart.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal,” Spike said as he finished his stack and hefted another. “Just some routine busywork. Though Twilight argued that being around books builds character.”

"Mm, I’d say it built more than that," Rarity said as she observed her husband effortlessly handle a hundred pounds of raw tome.

Spike noticed her lingering gaze and paused to flex his muscles. "Yeah, I'm a real studmuffin."

Rarity giggled into her hoof as she shoved her last book into place. "Well, someone is feeling cocky. Honestly, you're more boyishly handsome than some kind of playboy." She trotted over to him and gave him a quick hug on the leg. "And I am rather grateful you turned me from the latter."

Spike licked his lips as he stared down at his wife. "Y-yeah," he said with a blush. He shook his head and quickly picked up a stack of books. "Hey! I need to put these in storage. That... that should be all that's left."

"Oh, good!" Rarity said, turning her own flushed cheeks away from her husband as she trotted toward the storage closet. "The sooner we get this done the sooner we can get to dinner. I am... quite hungry, right now."

Spike nodded, his head moving back and forth as he tracked his wife's posterior bouncing temptingly in front of him. "Yeah... I’m in the mood for something sweet, myself."

"Oh?" Rarity said bemusedly, turning her head to fix one eye on Spike. Noting his locked gaze, she managed a full-body blush, turning both sets of cheeks a pleasing pink. "I see." She gave him a half lidded stare as she stopped in front of the closet door and gripped the knob with her magic. "Well, my love, sweets are generally reserved for desert, so I'm afraid you may have to..."

The door swung open, and when Rarity turned back she found her words strangled in the back of her throat and felt the mental gears grind to a halt. She heard her husband's leathery wing unfurl in shock, or possibly some other type of excitement, as he also fixed his eyes on the sight within.

Luna stared back at the couple, her face covered in sweat and panting heavily. Diverting their gazes slightly upward, they also saw the embarrassed face of a rather handsome blue-coated batpony dressed in the armor of a Royal Guard Academy cadre member.

"Wahh..." Rarity said, suddenly unsure on her hooves as she noted the rather explicit position Luna and the batpony were in, his hooves firmly on her withers and the dock of her tail poking his belly button.

"Mrs. the Dragon," Luna said politely, her face betraying not a hint of discomfort. In fact, the upward quirk at the corner of her mouth suggested quite the opposite. "Dearest Spike. It is good to see you once more."

"P-Princess Luna," Spike said, backing away. "So sorry to disturb you during, ah... debriefing. I, er, guess"

Luna raised an eyebrow. "Not at all. In fact, I overheard your 'dinner plans' as my young liaison here was submitting his long-form report, and you may certainly feel free to join us."

Rarity's face mimicked a cherry. "Ah... no. Thank you. Princess. Quite alright."

Luna shrugged. "Very well." She turned her head back to the batpony and pushed into him with her haunches. "Come now, I want you to leverage my bottom line until we experience a paradigm shift."

The door swung shut, leaving Spike and Rarity slinking away as they did their best to ignore the sounds of the princess getting the business.

"Wow," Spike said.

Rarity nodded. "I know. That was rather..."

"Hot?" Spike suggested, looking down at her.

Rarity cleared her throat. "Well. Yes. Naturally."

"Y-you know... they've got several really nice, big closets around the library."

Rarity tittered. "Spike, precious scales, you're not honestly suggesting that we do anything to sully our dearest friend's neatly organized space, are you?" Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared at Spike expectantly.

Spike grinned. "Maybe I just want to build more character."

"Well," Rarity said coyly, "They say it can be healthy to occasionally have dessert before the entrée." With a laugh she pulled Spike along as she searched for the next available closet. It wasn't long before she spotted one, and she galloped up to it. She swallowed the suddenly copious amount of saliva in her mouth as she raised a shaking hoof toward the doorknob.

Spike didn't even wait until they were in the closet to grab his wife by her honey-coated dinner rolls. He pushed her inside, eliciting a surprised but pleased squeal, and his tail shut the door behind them.

Rarity buried her face into a pile of old film reels and she widened the stance of her hind legs as she lifted her tail as high as she could manage. "Oh, do naughty things to my bum, Spikey, dear," she said, breathlessly giddy.

"That's the plan," Spike affirmed. He took a moment to admire her rear end, reflecting that it looked even more inviting than before she had birthed Crystal Clarity, rounder and softer than it had been in their youth. He couldn't appreciate its invoking look for too long, however, as she was already shoving herself backward, obviously becoming impatient.

The dexterity and length of dragon tongues had been generally known among the ponies of Ponyville, as Spike was quite casual about its use in his regular quest to consume copious amounts of food. It had generally been regarded as a perverse talent, though it wasn't until he had started to approach physical maturity that the mares began to slowly realize exactly how perverse it could be. Rarity, for one, had been quite happy to report to her peers that, after a few initial false starts, it was exactly as pleasant, if not more so, than they had imagined.

"Oh, sweet Celestia!" Rarity exclaimed as she felt him squirming around her most intimate areas. "Spikey! My favorite dragon! You are best husband!"

Spike smirked as he slid his tongue deeper. "Youah alwayth tho mewodwamathic, Wawithy."

Giggling like a schoolfilly, Rarity looked back at Spike as she arched her back to give him easier access. "Oh, Spikey-boo, you know you love it."

"Thwue," Spike assented, nodding. He drew his tongue back into his mouth, Rarity's sticky, sweet excitement coming right along with it, coating every inch of his tastebuds. He hummed with pleasure.

"Don't stop, yet," Rarity protested, shaking her rump back and forth.

Twirling his tongue into a corkscrew shape, he dove right back in. "Drill, baby, drill!" he cheered, relishing the squeals of delight coming from his lover. Finally, he struck oil, and all sounds from his wife ceased as she suddenly clamped down on him like a vice before a blowout gushed from her well, soaking Spike's face.

"O-oh my goodness," Rarity said, panting heavily. "I'm so sorry, dear. It's been too long, I didn't even think to control myself."

"No, no," Spike said, his smile broad and toothy. "It's fine. I can wash it off easy, anyway." To prove his point, he wrapped his head in a tongue cocoon, and with one swift pull, polished his scales clean.

"It is so fascinating," Rarity said, staring at her husband. "How that is so disgusting and yet so sexy at the same time."

"Flatterer," Spike accused, cocking his eyebrow.

Rarity stood on her hind legs and leaned back, spreading her legs to display her dripping crotch. "Of course. That was just the appetizer for me, after all. You know just what I want."

Spike whimpered not unlike an excitable canine and fumbled with his latex guardian, pulling it roughly around his engorged member, wincing a bit as it snapped when he let go.

"Ah, my big, strong dragon," Rarity swooned, one hoof pressed firmly to her forehead as the other explored her messy bits below. "Ravish me like one of your virgin sacrifices!"

Spike bit back a laugh. Even the nastier of his brethren didn't generally demand virgins to appease them, but somehow it had entered equine mythology. Still, the idea seemed to excite his wife, so he deigned to play along despite the fact that he had ravished the virginity out of her long ago.

"Grrrr!" Spike said, curling his fingers menacingly as he bared his fangs. "I'm going to add you to my dragon's hoard, my little gem!"

"Ooh, Spikey, ooh!" Rarity called out, flailing her arms. She squeaked as Spike grabbed and pulled her closer, moving her with as much effort as she might one of Crystal's dolls. She smiled as she bit her lip, looking into Spike's eyes with ravenous hunger.

Spike traced the outside of Rarity's vulva, sliding easily from her natural lubrication. He let himself poke between the folds and chuckled at the barely restrained scream even that small intrusion caused. Finally, he found her wet, winking passage and found his tip being slurped into it like udon.

"Oh!" Rarity squealed as she finally claimed her prize. "Yes!"

"Oh, no!"

The happy couple snapped their heads toward the wide open door to see Twilight standing in the center, her eyes wide and unblinking and her face slightly green. Peeking in from her side was an orange coated pegasus guard, barely repressed laughter on his lips.

"Oh," Spike said as he withdrew from his wife and fully faced his friend. "Hey, Twi. Uh... what's up?"

Twilight closed her eyes tightly. "Something... I hope to never see again."

Spike cleared his throat and quickly pulled his condom off, allowing his erection to pull back into his scales. "Uh... sorry. We finished cleaning up for you!"

“Looks like Twilight wasn’t the only one you were cleaning up for,” the pegasus stallion said with a smirk.

“Wing Commander Flash Sentry!” Twilight said, scandalized.

Flash sighed. “So formal, all of a sudden, Twi—excuse me, Princess.”

Twilight shot him a glare. “Quiet, you.”

Rarity coughed, vainly covering herself. "Well. Twilight. Darling." She flashed an ingratiating grin. "I am... so sorry you had to see that."

"It will haunt my nightmares, Rarity," Twilight informed her.

"Yes, well," Rarity said, averting her gaze. "I mean... it wasn't that bad..."

Spike took a deep breath and interjected in a loud voice. "So how 'bout those reservations, Twilight? You know... so we can go and not have to look you in the eye the rest of the night?"

Twilight rolled her eyes and conjured a pair of tickets out of the air. She floated them into Spike's eager claws. "Alright, it's done. Now let me entertain my guest in peace, please."

Spike gave a sidelong glance at Flash, who was standing close enough that the feathers of his folded wing brushed Twilight's. "Sure... 'entertain.'"

Flash looked over at Twilight eagerly. When she gave him a surly scowl, however, his hopes visibly shattered.

"Oh, by the way," Spike called back as he and his wife exited the library. "There's a book in the storage closet I wasn't sure how to organize. You might want to take a look at it."

"How long do you think it will be before she speaks to us again?" Rarity wondered idly as she sipped her glass of wine.

Spike shrugged. "She's always had terrible timing about things like this. I still remember when she walked in on me... ah... 'exploring my anatomy' when I was a kid. Talk about an awkward day."

Rarity's snout wrinkled as she fought down a giggle. "Spike! Such inappropriate dinner conversation..."

Spike looked around Chez Lahdee Dah's romantically lit and gorgeously decorated interior. The richly dressed Canterlot elite were pointedly absorbed in their own conversations. He turned back to his wife, also dressed rather finely in a forest green dress with gold trimming and donning ample jewelry, including the gorgeous Fire Ruby he had given to her when he was still a kid with a crush. He leaned forward and gave her a smirk. "I don't think anypony else minds."

Swirling her red wine around her glass, Rarity looked up through her eyelashes at Spike. "Oh? So you're saying it's alright to behave inappropriately as long as nopony takes notice?"

Spike's tail snaked under the floor length tablecloth, allowing it to slither beneath Rarity's silky dress and up her leg.

"Ooh!" Rarity squeaked, doing her best to keep her voice down. She hooded her eyes as she gave Spike a look. “Darling, really. Didn’t our earlier experience teach you anything about doing this in public?”

Spike grinned. “Yes,” he said. “It taught me that I kind of like it.”

Rarity bit her lip and grinned mischievously. “Me, too. But that’s beside the point.”

Spike’s tail stroked Rarity’s thigh, eliciting a contented sigh from her. “It’s not like anypony’s going to lift the tablecloth, right?”

Rarity squeezed her thighs together as she felt him slip further upward. “Spikey, you’re being a very naughty boy tonight.” She rested her head in her hooves and stared into his eyes longingly. “I’m quite enjoying it.” She acquiesced to his probing and spread her legs, letting him prod at her moistening center with his tail’s spadelike tip.

Spike glanced around the restaurant as nonchalantly as possible to ensure that nopony was paying especially close attention to them before he slid down in his chair as he placed his menu in front of his face, peeking over it occasionally to gaze at Rarity, who was doing her best to mute her expressions.

Rarity tried to focus on her own menu, but the shocks that ran up her spine made her vision blur. All her concentration was on keeping herself from making any lewd noises that would alert the other patrons to their under-the-table activities. Even her hearing seemed affected, as voices became less distinct while the sound of her blood pumping in her ears, ever increasing in pace, drowned out the sound.

"Ah!" Rarity whimpered, finally unable to contain herself. "Yes!"

"Then you are ready to order, Mrs. the Dragon?" the waiter asked as he hoisted his pad and pen with his telekinesis.

"O-oh," Rarity said, flicking her eyes toward her husband, who was averting his gaze with a smug look on his face while he continued to tease her loins mercilessly. "I... uh... well, I was wondering..." She swallowed hard as her muscles spasmed threateningly. "Do you have... any suggestions?"

"Well, we do have rather delicious almond and feta stuffed artichokes," the waiter said with a sniff. "It would complement your wine nicely."

Rarity groaned as Spike boldly stormed her gates. She glanced at the waiter, hoping that her vocalization, as embarrassingly lusty as it was, had covered the audible squish.

The waiter raised an eyebrow, his thin mustache twitching briefly. "I... shall take that as a non."

Rarity cleared her throat and gave Spike a dirty look even as she surreptitiously adjusted the angle of her hips to pull him deeper. "It sounds lovely, but I'm... ah... allergic to almonds."

"Of course," the waiter responded, nodding his understanding. "Then perhaps you would enjoy our butternut squash and apple ravioli with rosemary sauce?"

Spike's tail ventured further inside Rarity, and his knobby spines made the most delightful sensations against her inner walls. She held her breath for a brief moment as new waves rocked her, but she found she couldn't hold back.

"Fuck, yeah!" she exclaimed in a huff, then immediately gasped and covered her muzzle with a hoof. Glancing around she saw that several of the diners nearby were giving her odd stares. Her face reddened even more than it already was.

The waiter looked taken aback at first, but then he smiled broadly. "Well, I have never seen such enthusiasm for our dishes before. I shall ensure it is delivered posthaste." He snapped his notebook closed and trotted away.

"O-oh," Rarity said. "Spike, did you already order?"

"Yeah," Spike said nonchalantly, pausing with his tail firmly inside her. "I asked for the hayghetti while you were absorbed in your... menu." He quickly removed his tail, forcing her to quickly bite her hoof to keep from crying out.

Rarity grimaced as she looked her rather pleased husband up and down. "Are you trying to make me do something embarrassing, Dearheart?"

Spike's fangs poked out from behind his lip cheekily. "Just giving Milady the treatment she so deserves."

"I see!" Rarity said, clicking her hooves together thoughtfully. "Well, I really ought to return the favor, yes?" She lifted the bottle of wine with her magic and poured it into her glass, also being levitated. At the same time that she put down the bottle, she reached out with her telekinesis to touch Spike under the table, applying mystical force to his abdomen before traveling down to his special pocket.

Spike jumped a little as she found his sleeping snake and pulled it gently out of its cave inside his tuxedo pants. His wings flared, but he concentrated and pulled them back firmly to his sides as she began rolling her magic grip up and down his swiftly hardening shaft. His serpent tongue flicked out, absently tasting the air for her arousal as he began to relax and enjoy the impromptu rubdown.

Rarity ran her hind hooves along Spike's densely muscled calves as she stroked him, enjoying the feeling of his body even if she couldn't feel his throbbing member while using her magic. She kept her glass in the air to mask the true purpose of her constant horn aura, and sipped occasionally as she watched Spike's cheeks turn the most delightful shade of red.

"Spikey-boo," Rarity said lightly. "You know I've always said that marriage is about sharing tasks equally."

"I do?" Spike said, snapping out of his stupor. " You have?"

Rarity snorted. "Well, you agree, don't you?"

Spike's brows shot up as understanding dawned. He smirked slightly and put his tail back to work, soaking it with Rarity's continuing excitement. As they continued to pleasure each other below the table, Spike twisting and plunging his tail into her as she tugged at him with variable tempo and strength, they did their best to make small talk.

"Claire's been quite successful in class so far," she would tell her husband. "But I am concerned about her getting into fights with some of the students."

"Uh," Spike would respond.

Spike would then interject. "You know... Twilight says they're about to introduce a revolutionary new cataloging system. Should change the way ponies look up books forever."

Rarity's concise response would be phrased as such: "Haminahaminahuh?"

"Most valued customers," the waiter interrupted, causing both to turn wild eyes upon him. "Er... Your dinner is served." A pair of unicorns flanking him helped to place the dishes on the table. He scrutinized his patrons. "I do apologize. Is the temperature not to your liking?"

Rarity and Spike looked at each other with confusion. It was then that they noticed their rather flushed, breathless, and sweaty state.

"Oh, ah," Rarity stammered. "Y-yes, it does seem a bit hot in here."

"Of course," the waiter said and clacked his hooves together. A pegasus arrived promptly and began flapping her wings to create a light breeze. "If you need anything else at all, please let me know."

They nodded at their waiter and turned to their meals, smiling and averting their gazes. Rarity set her glass down and picked up her fork, stabbing a small ravioli and bringing it to her lips. She lightly licked at the small pasta pouch, flicking her gaze back up at Spike momentarily as she pulled once again at his engorged member.

Spike swallowed the bale of hayghetti he had just put in his mouth, and steam blew out of his nose. A sly look passed over his face. "So that's how it is?"

"It is," Rarity said softly before slurping the ravioli into her mouth. She inhaled sharply as he put his fork down on his plate and began spinning up another bale of hayghetti while at the same time stirring her honey pot at the same pace.

This exchange continued as they slowly ate their dinner, savoring both the taste and the accompanying sensations of their hidden play. They spun each other up in this manner until they were quivering beneath the table, and they were once again flushed and shining with sweat. Thankfully, the breeze from their pegasus server seemed to keep up. In fact, Rarity was finding her mane becoming somewhat disheveled by the winds.

"Do you mind, terribly?" Rarity asked, finally.

The pegasus mare regarded her with a dreamy smile as her wings beat excitedly. "Oh, not at all. Please, continue!"

Rarity and Spike stared at her enthusiastically flapping for a long moment.

"Darling!" Rarity said, turning to her husband with the brightest of smiles. "I do think I need to use the powder room!"

Spike's brows knit together. "Uh... okay. Sure."

"And perhaps you need to use the restroom, as well?" Rarity continued.

"N-not really, babe," Spike said, scratching his face bemusedly.

Rarity's eyes glowered at him even as her smile remained chipper. "Perhaps you will about one minute after I leave."

Spike blinked.

"And you might end up having to use the same room I am," Rarity said, her smile tightening.

Spike straightened. "Oh! Yeah. Totally." He shielded his face from the view of the mare who continued to fan them and winked.

"Right, then," Rarity said. She got up and briskly trotted away toward the restroom.

"Wow," the pegasus server said as she craned her head to watch Rarity go. "She really does have to go," she murmured. "Looks like she already p--oh, I know what that is, now."

Spike shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his sizable phallus, which was still painfully erect from both the previous activities and his anticipation. He waited a full minute, nibbling absently on his food as he did, and then leaped from his chair. He was glad that the combination of tuxedo pants and that he had become mostly quadrupedal in his adulthood masked his mountainous bulge from the casual diner. That didn't stop him from overhearing the quiet comment from the pegasus server, craning her head as she watched him leave.

"Lucky mare..."

Undeterred from his goal, Spike reached the restroom door and rapped quickly on it. "Rarity," he hissed. "I'm here! Are you--"

The door swung open and a blue aura seized his bow tie, pulling him inside. Rarity slammed the door shut and locked it, turning a wild look on her husband. "Oh, Spike, I felt like I was waiting forever!"

Spike noted that she already had her dress hiked up, exposing her rump and part of her cutie mark. "Been busy?"

"My body is quite ready," Rarity said, turning to show him. Indeed, her entire backside glistened as if made of porcelain, coated as it was in her excitement. "Darling, I think it rather apropos that in a place like this we do something special."

"R-really?" Spike said, unbuckling his belt as he stared greedily at her flanks.

"Mmm," Rarity affirmed. "Spikey? I want you to put it in my bum."

Spike blinked, pausing in his efforts to unbutton his pants. "Your bum?"

Rarity giggled into her hooves. "My bum, Spike!"

"Well... last time we tried that..." Spike said hesitantly.

"Don't worry!" Rarity assured him. "You provided me with quite enough 'natural' lubrication to insure things go smoothly, and I made sure to clean thoroughly earlier as well as take some Beanoat. We'll not have any embarrassing eruptions this time."

Spike chuckled, his cheeks red. "Ah... so you planned this out."

"Well, not exactly," Rarity said, walking over to the toilet and putting her front hooves on the sparklingly clean seat. "Now, disrobe and suit up." She hitched her tail up and gave an inviting shake of her haunches. In a flash Spike's pants were across the room.

Spike quickly tore into the condom pouch. He took more care when putting it on, for while the latex was imbued with magic to prevent the tearing earth pony hooves and mouths would cause, his razor sharp dragon claws were a bit less forgiving. His years of experience, however, meant that he was ready within seconds.

Rarity watched her husband approach her from the rear, and bit her lip as she felt his claws press into her ample hindquarters. "Remember to ease into it, Spike," she said. "And get enough lubrication, too. I don't want to tear anything too terribly."

"Got it," Spike said slipped a finger between her dripping folds, coating it in her juices. Then he traced a line up to her dainty puckered hole and gave a gentle but firm push. There was some resistance at first, but Rarity forced herself to relax with a deep breath, and once his finger was past the entrance, he was able to push in the rest of the way easily.

A nicker escaped Rarity's throat. "That is... really very pleasant," she said as she rocked herself back and forth against his finger.

"Well, I'll just have to take your word for it," Spike said with a smirk. He rubbed his middle finger into her lower entrance before pulling out and then reentering with both digits.

"Oh!" Rarity exclaimed as she felt herself stretching out more, a shock of pain hitting her. "D-don't rush it, dear. Hmm... so you're saying I should keep my crystal dildo to myself?"

Spike snorted. "The only way I want that going through there is as a digested snack."

Rarity turned and gave him a flat look. "If you eat another one, I'm going to make you sleep on the couch."

"Hey, maybe you shouldn't hide them where I can find them," Spike said with a toothy grin. "You know if I can, Claire will too. I don't think you want to have that conversation with her, yet."

"Indeed," Rarity said. She sighed as she pushed herself harder against his hand, taking both fingers all the way. "I do believe I'm all warmed up. You can go all in, my love."

Spike licked his muzzle and removed his fingers, keeping his eyes on the slightly opened orifice as he climbed onto her back and positioned himself properly. He slid his rod across her vulva a few times, letting it become slippery before pressing his tip against her back door. He applied consistent pressure, slowly entering her bowels.

Moaning, Rarity pressed back, eager to feel the rising pressure inside her. Before long, her soft buns pressed into his muscular waist, her ring stretched to its limit. As one, they pulled away from each other, and Rarity heaved a sigh as she felt the pressure within her leave, a strange sense of euphoria washing through her.

Spike thrust again, more boldly this time, feeling the tight ring slide down his shaft, his member heating up inside her. The feeling was distinctly different than the traditional method, the sensations focused so strongly as it was at where he met her entrance. He steadily began to pick up speed and strength, their coming together now punctuated with a loud clap of flesh on flesh.

Rarity reached a front hoof between her hind legs, readjusting her other hoof to balance her on the toilet seat as she pressed on her pearl. The feeling of constant pressure and relief coupled with the burst of pleasure force her to bite back a scream. "S-Spike... I'm close..."

"Me, too!" Spike said with a tight grin, his hips gyrating even faster. His lower abdomen was trembling as he neared climax. A loud growl moved up to his stomach. "U-uh..." Spike moaned as the gurgling move up his body. He clamped his mouth closed as his cheeks puffed out, but he couldn't contain the sudden upheaval from his innards. His lips burst apart and he could only see green obscuring his view of the back of his wife's head.

Something struck the back of Rarity's head, and she squealed in protest. Her hoof slipped from the toilet seat in surprise, and she quickly found herself with a fisheye view of the bowl. She flailed desperately, trying to find purchase for her hooves to pull herself out, but instead found a lever which swiftly sucked the water away from her. She gasped, gripping the seat with her arms and pulling herself away from the rushing water below her, her hair coming away twisted from the whirlpool.

Spike was silent for a moment, stunned that he had just witnessed his wife being given a swirlie mid-coitus. However, when she coughed and turned her head to glare icicles at him, he backed away quickly, popping his wrapped member out of her now angrily clenched buttocks. "I-I didn't throw up on you or anything, Rare!" he explained. He grabbed a scroll and held it up. "It was another... um... letter."

"Spike!" Rarity said, her visage still cooking in fury. "You are going to find some way to block incoming messages, posthaste. I will not stand this kind of... of... wh-what is that?"

Written sloppily across the scroll were both Spike and Rarity's names. The paper, itself, was lightly charred, which one might have expected of an item that appeared out of a dragon's fiery breath, but was in fact rather unusual. Spike unrolled the scroll and his eyes darted quickly across it. His eyes widened and he looked up at his wife, horror stricken.

"It's Claire."

Author's Note

Prereader: Imaginary Valued